The Angel of Time

Chapter 8

"Apologies." Death muttered as he withdrew his skeletal hand. I looked down and saw a blue orb sitting lightly in my hand. Death watched silenlty while the blue orb floated up and zoomed around me twice, then shot straight through my chest and remained there. I blinked a few times as my sight started blurring. "Why...are ..there two- i started, but then collapsed and blacked out. Once i woke up, i was lying stiffly on the ground. As i got up i noticed that Tayrius was walking around freely. "Get me out of this grip!" Daelek shrieked at Tayrius. "I can't." he whined as he did all he could to tug at the grip.